~The Poet’s Poet~
It felt as though
The trees were
Stretching out
their arms, embracing
the visitor.
Birds
Singing songs of sunlight.
The crunch
as twigs snapped.
Sounds of the forest
Light on the ear.
The smell of early morning.
Damp to the touch
as we fingered wild flowers.
© Chris Black. January 2019
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